Private Man One Evening At The Club
“The final value of action is, that it is a resource.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mist gathers in advance of the storm
Nature is closing down. Things go quiet
Rain begins. The soul has found its resource
Two little bugs bouncing on the high seas
In the cup on the hard 14th hole. Which part
Of the strange universe is part of this world
"Let nothing disturb you. Patience gains all things."
Draw the golden curtains. Ring up room service
Take a shower. Get shampoo in both my eyes
Lobster à la fanculo. Bananas aux pommes frites
Sweet sparkling wine. Forget being empty
Remember a story about Saint Teresa de Ávila
Slip out of the perfect bath. Fall heavily on my hip
Limp to the telephone. Lightning shock.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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